Chapter 1 Snow
In the early spring of this year, Qingyun Mountain ushered in a white snow. The snow has been fluttering for more than half a month, and then it has gradually slowed down. On the originally steep mountain road, there is now a thick layer of snow, which makes people more and more worried.
Several younger disciples guarding Jianyan Peak were dressed in thin clothes and stamped their feet with cold. They took off the snow on the ground, and then poked their heads out and kept looking down the mountain. Among these people, Yin Shouping's leading disciple frowned anxiously and stopped talking several times.
But I saw a teenager with a monkey's face suddenly come to Yi Shouping's eyes, rubbed his hands, and asked, "Brother Yin, it's snowing so heavily today, and it's dark. I'm afraid that person won't come."
Yin Shouping has thick eyebrows and big eyes and has the temperament of a leader. At this time, he stared and immediately bluffed the monkey-faced teenager so that he didn't dare to speak again.
"I don't think so. When will that person not be able to go to Wuliu Peak since the beginning of this month?" Several young disciples who were cleaning up the snow looked at each other for a long time, and one of them couldn't help laughing.
Originally, it was just gossip, but the teenager with monkey's face was impatient. At that time, he opened his mouth and said, "Even if it is Brother Mo's good friend, it has been almost two years. Isn't there no news yet? I see that even if the brother of Xuantian Pavilion comes back, I'm afraid it's not the matter of Brother Mo.
When he said this, the faces of those snow-sweeping families suddenly changed, and one of them shouted harshly, "Wu Monkey! Do you mean that Brother Mo is dead..."
Although the teenager named Wu Monkeyer also knew that he had said something wrong, he refused to put it down at this time. He only said, "Liu Youshou, you have been looking for many times near Wuliufeng, and you can't find such magical power as several immortal masters..."
The one who spoke before dared to talk back when he saw Wu Monkeyer and was waiting to talk back, but he stopped Yin Shouping: "Well, when is it? Do you have time to quarrel?"
He is the most cultivated leader in this group. At this time, the others immediately stopped talking and dared not make any more noise.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road under the rock, walking like flying, from far to near. But no matter how carefully you look at it, the speed of the people coming seems not to be fast, but it seems extremely stable. Although the snow under their feet is thick, there is no harm at all.
This man stepped on Jianyan Peak and showed everyone his dress, which was shocked. This group of Qingyun disciples who have been on Jianyan Peak are dressed thickly, but they are also freezing the weather. But this man is still thinly dressed. Although he looks luxurious, he is not frivolous. What's more surprising is that he still shook the fan in the ice and snow, with a full look.
Yin Shouping knew that the other party had been cultivated in the imperial sword period and was not afraid of the cold and heat at all. However, this cultivation refused to fly with the sword, but walked up the mountain road, showing respect. Thinking of this section, he greeted with a gentle smile on his face, "Brother Lan, you are really here today."
The handsome man had a modest gentleman's kind smile on his face, and his expression was pleasing but restrained. Hearing Yin Shouping's greeting, he immediately put away the folding fan and saluted politely, "I'm sorry to disturb you for days."
Sikong Lan has the cultivation of the imperial sword period, but he is also very kind and very fond of these disciples who are under the cultivation of Qingyun Daomen in the Yuanying period. There was a slight chill on both sides and immediately took to the point.
Yin Shouping said, "I don't know which side Brother Lan wants to go up the mountain again today?"
Sikong Lan said, "Today... I still want to go to Wuliu Peak. Brother Yin doesn't need to report it.
Hearing what he said, Yin Shouping couldn't help sighing in his heart: Brother Mo can make such friends. I'm afraid that even if he is really dead, he will die without regret.
At this time, it has been more than a year since the ancient demon gate attacked Qingyun Daomen. At that time, the people in Qingyun Daomen were alert very early. Although the masters in the door were almost all closed, the other disciples also moved to the Qingyun Daomen Hall under the command of the predecessors who had not been closed, and then set up a formation ban to delay the time. Finally, the five scattered people temporarily went out of the customs to resolve the disaster. Although Qingyun Daomen had some casualties, it was much better than the manpower lost by the ancient demon gate.
Since then, this mysterious ancient demon gate has never appeared on the fairy and demon road. However, after calculation, it was found that although this group of people did not move for a long time, the damage caused was great. Not to mention that the gates such as Qingyun Daomen have been damaged, nearly 30 small sects have been destroyed. And the strangest thing is that not only Xianmen, but also the people in the magic road have been attacked. This force, which claims to be the ancient demon family, actually bites people like a mad dog, but in the end, there is no news.
However, because of this incident, the tension between the fairy gate and the magic gate in the fairy and demon road has also been raised to the highest point in history. Both sides suspected that it was the other side's play of the ghost, and they had to think about whether there were any third-party forces manipulating behind their backs, waiting to reap the profits.
But these were secondary to Sikonglan. What really worried him was that after he broke up with Mo Shoucheng in Taoyuan Township at the foot of the mountain that day, when he went to Qingyun Mountain to inquire about it again, he found that Mo Shoucheng was missing and didn't get any news. He was so shocked that he immediately revealed his identity, contacted Feiyun Zhenren, the teacher of Mo Shoucheng, and explained the story to him.
Then... nearly two years have passed. But until today, Mo Shoucheng is still like evaporating from the world, and there is no news. The search is fruitless, but even if you want to catch a person from the ancient demon family to force you to ask questions. Over time, most people on Qingyun Daomen also forget to treat Mo Shoucheng as a dead person.
It's just that Sikong Lan refused to forget and refused to believe that Mo Shoucheng would die in such an unclear way. For more than a year, he has taken a few days almost every month to visit Qingyun Daomen to inquire about the news. After a while, almost half of Qingyun Daomen remember him now.
But the reason why Yin Shouping asked which side to go this time was because of another thing.
At the beginning, Mo Shoucheng went to the East China Sea to find the Xuantian Pavilion for the fact that two years later, the thousand-year-old demon sealed on Qingyun Mountain was about to break the seal. Now, the deadline is coming soon. In these days, countless invited immortals came to discuss how to deal with demons. The practitioners who gathered for this matter, together with the disciples of Qingyun Taoist sect, were actually thousands of people, and Qingyun Taoist sect was overcrowded for a while.
Although Qingyun Daomen has also accelerated the opening of open spaces and built guest rooms, it is still not enough to accommodate many guests. At this time, Xuantian Pavilion, Baiyunzong and Fengqi Valley set an example, looking for a place to station in Qingyun Mountain and giving up their positions to other sects. As soon as these three families give way, other sects are naturally embarrassed, and most of them will do the same.
During this period, Qingyun Mountain was extremely lively, as if the Fairy Conference was about to be held.
If Sikong Lan comes for the seal of the devil's head, he will go to the main hall of the main peak to represent the Xuantian Pavilion, so that Yin Shouping needs to send a message. If you come here for the sake of honesty, it is your personal identity. Just go to Wuliufeng by yourself, and you don't need to inform.
Sikonglan looked at Wuliufeng and was stunned for a while, and then returned to normal. After taking out several low-grade fairy stones as gifts and giving them to Jianyanfeng's disciples, he said goodbye to Yin Shouping. Then he started his body again and walked towards the mountain.
Yin Shouping looked at his back and sighed in his heart: I don't know this Sikonglan, but he knows the girl in Fengqi Valley. The girl is also like him, and she comes almost every once in a while.
On the mountain road, Sikonglan has not walked many times in the past year. She is really familiar with it. I'm afraid that even if she closes her eyes, she won't make mistakes.
And as the towering figure of the pine became closer and closer, his footsteps became slower and slower, and finally he became a vigorous walk.
The layout scene on Wuliu Peak has not changed much. Some Qingyun disciples didn't care when they saw him, but would take the initiative to say hello.
But as long as he crosses this land, he will feel heavy. When he saw the familiar figure sitting alone in the shade of pine trees, leaning against a rattan chair and drinking tea, this heavy feeling became clearer.
Just as Sikonglan saw the man, the man also saw him. At that moment, he squeezed out a smile on his sad face and waved to him, "Xiaolan."
The old voice is at least 20 years worse than the age of the appearance.
"Flying clouds...uncle." Originally, it should have been called a master, or an immortal, but Sikonglan also knew that this would definitely make the other party angry, so it was still called according to the other party's wishes.
He approached and looked at the other party's face, but found that he seemed to be a little older than yesterday. Looking at the other party's white hair, Sikong Lan felt a sadness in her heart.
Feiyun Zhenren looked at Sikonglan. The sadness in his eyes gradually decreased, and there was also a smile. He pointed to the seat beside him and said, "Sit down, it's not the first time you're here. Don't be polite."
Sikonglan nodded, saluted first, and then sat down. He just wanted to ask about the other party's physical condition, so he was gagged by a cup of tea.
"You often come up during this period of time." Feiyun Zhenren smiled bitterly and said, "As good as your blue girl, you are very kind-hearted. It is also his blessing for the child to recognize you two when he goes down the mountain."
Sikonglan knew that the blue girl in Feiyun's real population referred to a girl named Butterfly Leaf Blue, and also knew that the other party was the eldest lady of Fengqi Valley. It's just that every time the two of them go up the mountain, they seem to stagger the time and have never met each other.
"Flying Uncle..."
"Since you are here, tell me the story of the child Shoucheng after going down the mountain."